Grace was longing for a crystal ball. Desperate for clarity, she’d finally decided to see a psychic, even if it was the Devil’s work. After all, it had to be better than pouring the last remnants of hope down the pokies, especially now her winning streak was gone.
She handed over her last $50.00 note to Madame Sahara Rose. Fingers crossed.
“You’re going to fly the trapeze and find romance.”
Grace snatched her money back. That was enough bullshit to bury her alive.
Instead, she accepted the job on board the Ruby Princess. How could a cruise go wrong?
99 words Photo thanks to J Hardy Carroll.
For the last year, I’ve been researching WWI and especially the bios of individual soldiers in detail. I’m repeatedly struck by the mix of random chance, good and bad luck and also how our own choices influence our fate in both good and bad ways. I’m also interested in how we can often shoot ourselves in both feet and make matters worse, instead of improving our lot. Over the last period of time, I’ve also notice people say: “It is what it is”, as though there was nothing they or anyone or even God or science could do to improve things. Our fate isn’t etched in stone. We can make better or worse choices and unfortunately this character whose life was already down the toilet, ended up on the cruise ship which spread Covid 19 around Australia. Hopefully, this will be her turning point.
This has bee a contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields. https://rochellewisoff.com/ Please forgive my clumsy links here. I’ve been forced over to the new block editor and am lost in the undergrowth.